He’d always leave her unsettled, wouldn’t he?
“Just the week. I’ll be back Monday after next. Promise.”
The look on his face—like he wouldn’t be able to function if she wasn’t there to serve the perfect Manhattan to the perfect man—was the kind of look that made her fall a little bit more in love with him while it broke her heart at the same time.
“Will you be okay?” she asked.
Something warm brushed over the top of her hand, sending a jolt of electricity up her arm. Had he touched her? By the time she looked down, Robert was straightening his cuffs. “Of course,” he said dismissively, as if it was impossible for him to be anything but perfectly fine. “I’m a Wyatt.”
Then he was gone.
Jeannie stared after him. This was bad. Before she could decide how worried about him she was going to be, her phone buzzed.
It’s time! read Nicole’s message.
“It’s time!” Jeannie shouted. The waiters cheered.
Dr. Wyatt would have to wait. Jeannie’s new niece came first.